The Missing Pieces

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*Scott's POV*

What just happened?

Stupid, I know.

But Mitch can't act like that. I know he can't help it but still I just...I don't know.

It's nearing Christmastime and we can't go home this year, but I'm glad that I can be with Mitch.

I hope Mitch is happy on Christmas.

Oh, right.

Back to the tantrum.

I leave and go back inside to the hospital room.

I walk in the door to see Kirstie sitting up in her bed.

"Scott!" She says and I rush to hug her.

"I was worried, Kirst. Thank goodness you woke up."

I sit beside her and she looks around. "Where's Mitchell?"

"He's um...with Lauren."

Lauren is Mitch's new speech therapist. Apparently he will never talk completely normal, but we can try to decrease the slurring and stuff.

"Oh. Well, the nurse says that I can leave, so let's get out of here."

We all help her out of bed and I grab the wheelchair in the corner of the room.

I wheel her down the hall and into the elevator when I get a text from Genevieve, our bus driver.

Gen: Mitch finally calmed down. He's taking a nap.

Scott: Thanks. We're on our way out.

We get to the ground floor and a cart with Kirstie's things are on it.

I help Kirstie onto the bus as she is still having some dizziness, and Avi and Kevin put everything in the bus.

Gen shushes us as we enter the bus and I go to check on Mitch.

He's sound asleep so I snap a picture and put it on Instagram and Twitter.

I watch the comments blow up and plug my phone into the charger.

Lauren comes out of the back room.

"How is everything?"

I turn to face her.

"Everything is finally under control. How's Mitch doing?"

"He's making good progress...but his behavior...I think his mental age is shifting down. It happens often with trauma victims and is temporary. He blew up on me twice."

I bite my nails. "I usually make him go sit alone. It calms him down. How's his speech?"

"It, um, Scott...I don't know if his speech will ever be normal again."

My eyes widen. "What do you mean? You can't fix it? He can't just not talk forever."

"I don't know, Scott. I understand that his singing ability is also declining. I'm sorry, I just don't know."

I just nod slowly and walk out, trying to keep calm until she leaves the bus.

I punch a wall as soon as she leaves and Avi holds me back.

"Scott! Scott, what's wrong? Stop it!" He pulls me down on the couch.

"I never want that dumb therapist back."

"What? Why, she's trying to-"

"No!" I lash on him. "She's ruining everything! Mitch is never gonna be normal again!"

I hear shuffling in the corner and turn to see Mitch, teary-eyed.

"Mitch, I-"

Don't talk to me.

He runs back to his bunk.

What have I done?